Poetry for Lit Class
Grendel's Last Night
Night fell on Norse land and
That terrible scourge of man rose
To terrorize Herot again.
Murder and massacre crowded his mind,
He who defied the lord.
As silent as darkness Grendel moved
Towards that golden palace and
Quiet but forcefully he passed through
That last line of defense for God's
Beloved creations. All of Cain's sons'
Anger was transferred onto God's children.
Grendel's eyes glowed a glaring hatred,
His heart laughed at the hall. Belly
Bursting with his soon to be meals.
Grendel gorged on the Geat's flesh,
The first one he could find.
Man's enemy moved to the next Geat,
His belly as empty as his heart.
As Grendel tried to grip this Geat
Panic struck him a terrible pain
This larger than life legend
Gripped Grendel's great claws.
Terror; not from the 'sleeper'
As the scourge had expected
Rather terror from the scourge, himself.
Grendel saw in this man, if he was,
The end of his terror reign.
He would not be released
And the pair engaged in an epic
Battle which would spell the demise
Of this great Geat or Grendel,
Terror of time and hell.
Those claws which stole the life
From so many of God's creatures
Were being crushed under his nemesis'
Unfaltering grip. The pair of star-crossed foes
Crashed through the golden home.
Tables, chairs, all fell to this conflict
Yet Herot held. Never to fall except to fire.
Howls were heard from the helpless monster.
Grendel sensed the fear that he caused,
But the Danes knew not that I was
He who haunted their halls
For ages, that was frightened.
It was ever apparent that this duel
Would not cease until one met their end and
Grendel would be damned, were he not
Already, if he would fall to this
Powerful fury of the lord he had opposed
And hated. His angst for life was
Reflected onto this Geat who intended
His demise, alas determined, yet strength less
Grendel felt his shoulder twist,
Turn and finally tear through.
Pain like Grendel had never felt
Flowed through his mind. He knew,
Now, what God's strength was
And that his was miniscule to his
Born enemy. Grendel fled to his home
Holding where his arm once was.
Sulking, he descended into the fog
And died with one last thought: "If
Fate had felt my father must fall,
Then surely the same must be set for me.
Curse that human, he who holds strength
Above all men and me."
Night fell on Norse land and
That terrible scourge of man rose
To terrorize Herot again.
Murder and massacre crowded his mind,
He who defied the lord.
As silent as darkness Grendel moved
Towards that golden palace and
Quiet but forcefully he passed through
That last line of defense for God's
Beloved creations. All of Cain's sons'
Anger was transferred onto God's children.
Grendel's eyes glowed a glaring hatred,
His heart laughed at the hall. Belly
Bursting with his soon to be meals.
Grendel gorged on the Geat's flesh,
The first one he could find.
Man's enemy moved to the next Geat,
His belly as empty as his heart.
As Grendel tried to grip this Geat
Panic struck him a terrible pain
This larger than life legend
Gripped Grendel's great claws.
Terror; not from the 'sleeper'
As the scourge had expected
Rather terror from the scourge, himself.
Grendel saw in this man, if he was,
The end of his terror reign.
He would not be released
And the pair engaged in an epic
Battle which would spell the demise
Of this great Geat or Grendel,
Terror of time and hell.
Those claws which stole the life
From so many of God's creatures
Were being crushed under his nemesis'
Unfaltering grip. The pair of star-crossed foes
Crashed through the golden home.
Tables, chairs, all fell to this conflict
Yet Herot held. Never to fall except to fire.
Howls were heard from the helpless monster.
Grendel sensed the fear that he caused,
But the Danes knew not that I was
He who haunted their halls
For ages, that was frightened.
It was ever apparent that this duel
Would not cease until one met their end and
Grendel would be damned, were he not
Already, if he would fall to this
Powerful fury of the lord he had opposed
And hated. His angst for life was
Reflected onto this Geat who intended
His demise, alas determined, yet strength less
Grendel felt his shoulder twist,
Turn and finally tear through.
Pain like Grendel had never felt
Flowed through his mind. He knew,
Now, what God's strength was
And that his was miniscule to his
Born enemy. Grendel fled to his home
Holding where his arm once was.
Sulking, he descended into the fog
And died with one last thought: "If
Fate had felt my father must fall,
Then surely the same must be set for me.
Curse that human, he who holds strength
Above all men and me."